You are my sunshine...

Isn't the sunshine fab? Okay, so its not 18 degrees and people have beach balls and shorts out everywhere, the latest weather report from Holland courtesy of the the sister, but the sunshine makes everyone seem so much happier. Be gone SAD and all that jazz. Its when the weather is like this I toy with the idea of getting a bike and cycling to work. Then I watch the traffic and the nutters that are the car drivers and I have visions of me being stuck to the front of the 130 the whole way to town. So perhaps not. Its a nice idea in theory, in practice, I'm a nervous enough pedestrian let alone pedalling like the clappers down a main street. Not going to work I'm afraid.

Yesterday I had to attend a launch with Mammy2. She had to schmooze and didn't want to go by herself. And her
work crew are...Well don't get me started. I went along as trophy wife. It was the launch of the gay theatre festival which starts next month. I stood around and sipped my wine whilst she air kissed and darling everyone. She's quite good at schmoozing even though she hates it. I think another bout of the old depression is coming up though. She's doing her best to fight it, but I can't even imagine how tough it is for her. If we can get to Thursday, then I will make her stay in bed all weekend. Not like that, ya dirty feckers! To rest. I was supposed to have nothing planned for the Easter but as it turns out there's something on most days! Good Friday is an L word marathon, come on, we're lesbians, what else are we supposed to do? Sit around and wait for eternal damnation? Might as well enjoy ourselves whilst we are at it!

Saturay is the long awaited clothes shopping trip with the Kid. On Saturday for around 2 hours, I will once again become the "best mammy ever". This title is directly proportional to the size of your bank balence when you go shopping with her. It should be fun though, its been a while since I spent the day with the kid. We might even head to Quirkys. The madness. The brother rang the other evening for a chat. And to tell me someone down home had died. His social calender is very active these days with funerals and removals. He's very old fashioned. Its one of the things I never liked about living in the country. Funerals are a social outing and you have to attend even if you didn't know the person. I remember my uncle and granny heading to the wrong one once and only realising it when they arrived up to sympathise with the family.

The brother wants to know if we are staying over when we travel down for the mass, it hadn't crossed our mind, but he suggested we all head out for a family meal afterwards. As he's making an effort, we told him we would. I just need to find somewhere for the lot of us to stay now as the kid wants her mate K to come along.